'That's nothing of what I wanted to say; it sounds as if I wasn't man enough to know my own mind.

I know it well enough, and I must say all I have to say, whilst you're here to listen to me.

After all, you're only a girl; but if you'd come here straight from heaven, I couldn't find it harder to speak to you.' 'Mr.Dagworthy, don't speak like this--don't say more--I beg you not to! I cannot listen as you would wish me to.' 'You can't listen?
But you don't know what I have to say still,' he urged, with hasty entreaty, his voice softer.

'I'm asking nothing yet; I only want you to know how you've made me feel towards you.

No feeling will ever come to you like this that's come to me, but I want you to know of it, to try and understand what it means--to try and think of me.